I put the review below on cdbaby.com a few years ago, as a favor to my friend Sasha, a native New Orleanian … and the top young jazz singer in town, versatile as all the variety of music in NOLA, who has played worldwide in recent years.
Sasha has made an adventurous, striking second album, full of a worldly range of her musical wishes, expressed in personal lyrics about life’s paradoxical twists & turns.
The title song starts off frisky & lively, as she boldly & humbly declares “we are beautiful people … we are incredibly wise … we are filled with delusions … each one a reflection of life”. Her natural, melodic scatting, one with & over the piano, grabs the ear, before the sonic backdrop richly rises almost symphonically in the chorus. “Yours: A Love/Hate Letter to my Hometown” is imbued with a warm sincerity in her voice with a plush cushion of vibes, as she airs out her feelings about the gains & pains in New Orleans, sketching out intriguing lines like “tainted beauty, paint me with the colors of your song”.
She boldly takes on the venerable “St. James Infirmary”, parading out over a martial beat over plaintive piano notes, colored with some wild, high scatting. Besides the rich cribbed Cab Calloway-colored chorus “… hi dee hi dee hee, he’ll never find no one like me”, get ready for this famous fatal, final scene- “now when I die, please lay my body in Versace from head to toe, so when they close my golden casket, in style they’ll see me go … six poker dealers for my pallbearers … with a red-hot band playing all my music, raising hell as we go”.
Her sweet voice with her Dad Steve Masakowski’s elegant guitar work on “Falling Leaves” & “Tacea Le Notte Placida” are an irresistable match that produces simply spare beautiful music. Let’s hope there’s a future album of merely Masakowski pere and fille … a pure musical family affair. Sasha really grows and glows on “E Preciso Perdoar”, a Brazilian standard she also put on her “Musical Playground” debut album. She used smooth, overdubbed, self-hamonizing on that album, but she comes in close here with an intimate tone, starting out with some free-wheeling scatting before moving confidently into the lush Latin number. While the musical tapestry gradually appears tastefully behind her, Sasha grabs your ear whenever she so freely and joyously scats onto higher ground.
“Pieces of You” is a very personal relationship ending, and album-closing bookend to the opening “Wishes”. Her bluesy vocal opening over a single-note piano is so compelling … “so you should ask if it’s you that I love, well I couldn’t tell you enough … how hard it is to admit that it’s over now”. Once the band fully kicks into full stop-start tempo, the chorus lays out the rise and the fall … “pieces of you are beautiful and I’m dreaming … but dreams are a scheme, for beauty is so misleading”.
Album producer James Westfall’s piano solos on “Pieces …” and throughout are first rate, full of fleet fingering, in colorful flourishes without being excessive. His clean, airy production allows Sasha’s rich, supple voice to be complimented nicely by her young, talented quartet.